Confessions
Abba,
You know what I confess before it falls from my lips.
You know I fight pride, envy, the temptation of laziness.
You know all I am and all I have not done for You.
You know I struggle not to depend on My Lord’s sacrifice
But to serve You with all that I am and all that I are.
You know what I wish with heart & hands before I speak.
You have heard my cries in the wilderness,
You have listened to me question why and why not,
You have peered into my soul and know all that I crave
But if You have called me to some great task I have not listened.
We say that making disciples will transform the world.
We say and sing and preach that we should live to lift up others.
We say that the Kingdom of God can be experienced here and now.
We say raptured joy with loved ones is the image of Rapture with You
But if we are imperfect images of You, and You made us,
Are you imperfect?
I have not listened, Abba, to You. I know I must. But I have not.
And that is my confession, Father, for You are here and now
And to hear You I have to listen.
But I have not listened, Abba.
Stunning, haunting, beautiful